INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



of ice-cold water from the stream hard by 

 drove away all feeling of drowsiness, and 

 made me conscious of the fact that I had an 

 appetite. 



After breakfast, without waiting to put 

 camp in order, for the morning was already 

 advanced, we started out in search of game. 

 On. coming to the edge of the timber, where 

 the country opened up into one of the little 

 parks which we frequently found in that 

 locality, I saw the tall form of my guide 

 slowly stoop behind some bushes, while, at 

 the same time, he motioned me to be cautious. 

 I soon saw what had arrested his attention. A 

 magnificent blacktail deer, with a fine set of 

 antlers, stood out in full view, not more than 

 a. hundred yards away. There were a half a 

 dozen does nearby, but they did not interest 

 me. I brought u Old Meat in the Pot" to my 

 shoulders, for that is what my guide had 

 christened my .45-90, and after taking delib- 

 erate aim, fired. Which was the most aston- 

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